Mammy, we miss you, are we coming ‘ome soon?

Mammy, we miss you, are we coming ‘ome soon?

Although it’s nice ‘ere, it’s aint the same as our room

We miss our big fireplace, you lit  it each day

You’d shout at our Ned, to get out of yer way.

Is Ned okay wiv all the bombing and noise?

Fer a dog, ‘ee’s a scaredy-cat, even vough ‘ee’s a boy

We miss ‘im so much, please ‘ug ‘im a lot

Soon we’ll be back, wiv you and Aunt Dot. 

Is Granny okay, ‘er  letters ‘ave stopped?

We know the post’s slow, but she wrote us a lot?

Daddy’s still fighting, in this ‘orrible  war

We can’t wait ‘til he’s here, walking straight frew the door. 

Old Mrs Jones, she does make us larf 

When she chases old Cuthbert (the goat)in the dark

Ee won’t get in ‘is pen, it does make ‘er cross

We fink ee likes ter pretend ee’s the boss.

I did well in me spelling’s , I was second ter top

Our Florrie, is trying, but she struggles a lot

Sid is growin’ up so big, ee toddles all round ‘ere

The farm is safe ter be, and there’s nuffin’ fer ‘im ter fear. 

Mebbe by Christmas, this year we’ll be ‘ome?

We’ll open presents togevver and give Ned a big bone

Are Betty and Aunt Flo still making you smile?

Their kids are all well, down the road, ‘bout a mile.

‘Ow’s Fred an’ Stan’s allotment, are yer growin’ much veg?

Yer ain’t ever gonna beat, old Grandpa Ted’s!

Florrie takes ‘er dolly, ter bed wiv ‘er each night

She says that it chases off the dreams that give ‘er fright. 

Well, I’m gonna ‘ave yer go, I’ve got the eggs ter go collect

Then we needs ter go ter school, past a plane that got all wrecked!

We ain’t s’posed ter go near it, but it’s fun ter play inside

An’ when I’m feelin’ sad, I’ll sometimes go an’ ‘ide.

Lots a luv, ter all of yer, we finks of yer so much

Please make sure our beds is made, fer us ter be all tucked

We’ll see yer in our dreams, where war ain’t goin’ on

From both of us, ‘oo luv’s yer lots,  Florrie, Sid an’ John.